Dark

Darkness, consuming the light, devouring it, hiding it. It engulfs me, covers me, swallows me. I am smothered with it, unable to escape it. Maybe it's not the actual darkness devouring my courage, maybe it's what could be within the darkness that is gnawing at me. At that moment I know that to be true. Can the darkness really consume you, no, things in the darkness, with all their will. You can't see them when the light has vanished, but they see you. You don't know they're there, and they're already behind you, for they have the upper hand. The darkness will crush you, like a small boy would crush an ant with his shoe, smash.